Tonight, to unwind from the daily struggles of a house-hermit, I took time for a very very hot bath. I chose for my bath the least esthetically pleasing bath bomb from the many assorted bathwater infusion pieces situated on top of a little basket in the corner of our bathroom. Mistake. The bath terror-bomb in question was in the shape of a jolly red Santa, intact with a white bushy beard. I knew I was in trouble the second the cloudy pink fizz residue began to clear and I was left with, instead, sickeningly hot red water. That really looked just like blood. Oh Santa...
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